"So bring me this man, trembling and shivering from head to foot; let me fall into his arms or down at his knees; he will weep and we shall weep, he wi...
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
~ Victor Hugo ~
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Photo by Ian Turnell
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
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"She let her head fall back upon Marius' knees and her eyelids closed. He thought that poor soul had gone. Eponine lay motionless; but just when Marius...